歌词
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah
(K Swisha)
In a coupe with a bad bitch
Ten on my black kicks
Get the bag and stash it
With the Mase', too fast
I don't wanna leave my house no more
Countin' up this money, I don't even need a door
Open up, Skyline, elevator doors
Six-gram Backwood, I can't feel it anymore
Fuck with the gang and we gon' be at war
Talkin' that shit, kid, have you seen the score (Yeah, yeah)
See me runnin' up the ranks, woah, aye
Catch me runnin' to the bank, woah, aye
I'm in Texas sippin' drank, aye, woah
I'm in Cali smokin' dank, aye, woah
Whippin' in the tank
Purple drops for the pain
Every week I'm on a plane
Just hear what they all say
And I'm sitting here, coolin' with my whole damn team
Why your bitch here, why she tryna fuck with me?
Maybe 'cause I'm ballin', but I'm no athlete
Talkin' shit on Twitter but you don't at me (Yeah, yeah)
I used to wish that I could go on tour
Sketchy a rockstar nobody ignore
Come take a trip and we could go explore (Woah, woah)
Real life don't satisfy me anymore
In a coupe with a bad bitch
Ten on my black kicks
Get the bag and stash it
With the Mase', too fast
I don't wanna leave my house no more
Countin' up this money, I don't even need a door
Open up, Skyline, elevator doors
Six-gram Backwood, I can't feel it anymore
Fuck with the gang and we gon' be at war
Talkin' that shit, kid, have you seen the score (Yeah, yeah)
Written by: Jacob Thureson
